Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Swans,
Fear,
Zapp,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.